Zabbuli 137

1 Twatuula ku mabbali g’emigga gy’e Babulooni, ne tukaaba amaziga bwe twajjukira Sayuuni.

By the rivers of Babylon we were seated, weeping at the memory of Zion,

2 Ne tuwanika ennanga zaffe ku miti egyali awo.

Hanging our instruments of music on the trees by the waterside.

3 Abaatunyaga ne batulagira okuyimba, abaatubonyaabonya ne batulagira okusanyuka; nga bagamba nti, “Mutuyimbireyo lumu ku nnyimba za Sayuuni.”

For there those who had taken us prisoners made request for a song; and those who had taken away all we had gave us orders to be glad, saying, Give us one of the songs of Zion.

4 Tunaayimba tutya oluyimba lwa Mukama mu nsi eteri yaffe?

How may we give the Lord's song in a strange land?

5 Bwe nnaakwerabiranga, ggwe Yerusaalemi, omukono gwange ogwa ddyo gukale!

If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art.

6 Olulimi lwange lwesibire waggulu w’ekibuno kyange singa nkwerabira, ggwe Yerusaalemi, ne sikulowoozaako okusinga ebintu ebirala byonna.

If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to the roof of my mouth.

7 Jjukira, Ayi Mukama, batabani ba Edomu kye baakola, ku lunaku Yerusaalemi lwe kyawambibwa; ne baleekaana nti, “Kisuule, kimalirewo ddala n’emisingi gyakyo.”

O Lord, keep in mind against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; how they said, Let it be uncovered, uncovered even to its base.

8 Ggwe omuwala wa Babulooni, agenda okuzikirizibwa, yeesiimye oyo alikusasula ebyo nga naawe bye watukola.

O daughter of Babylon, whose fate is destruction; happy is the man who does to you what you have done to us.

9 Yeesiimye oyo aliddira abaana bo n’ababetentera ku lwazi.

Happy is the man who takes your little ones, crushing them against the rocks.